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Drunken story of the Issue The next chapter of CheerUp’s drunken adventures: I thought I would keep this story short a sweet. When I was living in España it was socially acceptable for 15 year olds, such as myself at the time, to go out to clubs and get extravagantly squiffy. Naturally my friends and I took full advantage of this situation. I call this little tale epic chunder the 3rd. My friends and I went out for a night in Fuengirola for a drunken night out, not a lot else to do at that place apart from visit the McDonalds that used to sell drugs if you ask for some … classy place. Any who we went out with the same ambitions as every night out. Drink loads, find some girls, and wait for the first person to chunder so we can intentional not help them and have a laugh at their expense, good times. After hours of awesome chat up lines such as waking up to a girl, smashing an ice cube on the floor and say the words that will never fail to make you irresistible to any girl “now that the ice is broken wanna make out”, or the other classic of dancing and pretending you have a lasso, when a girl looks in your direction you catch them and drag yourself over to them, You’re welcome guys all over the world, you’re welcome. If you have better chat up lines, which I doubt, send them CheerUp a tweet and let me know. At 5am the night was over and nobody had passed out so we decided to get a taxi home. After a while in the taxi my friend wasn’t looking to good on the left side of the taxi, I was on the right, and went to be sick out of the window. Unfortunately, I say light heartedly; he had forgotten one vital rule of chundering out of the window of the car, to open the window. Sick went all over the back of the head of the taxi driver and across my friend in the middle seat. Luckily for myself I minimal puke on me so I proceed to laugh my ass off. The taxi driver’s face was the best thing I think I will ever see in my life, it was pure rage mixed with even more rage. Hysterical. We ran as fast as we could in different directions away from the mad taxi driver with a baton. Life was great. It is surprising how fast a very drunk person can run when death is chasing you. Hahahahahahha.

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CheerUp Issue 10  

This issue we have a chat with Andy Burrows, cross the ocean to talk to Seahaven, not to mention a deep chat with Ankit Love and last but by...

CheerUp Issue 10  

This issue we have a chat with Andy Burrows, cross the ocean to talk to Seahaven, not to mention a deep chat with Ankit Love and last but by...

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